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Claw and Fang by Ajax B. Coriander

Started: 2/3/2019 Finished 3/23/2019

Richard and Morey leaned against each other for support as they stumbled down the street. The two athletic whitetail deer were wearing their football jerseys and their antlers stood tall and proud above their heads- they were polished to a shine. They'd been in every bar down the street that night, trying to have one last epic bar crawl before having to go back to school for the semester. Richard looked up and down the street, his spade tail flicking with pride as he looked for a bar he hadn't conquered that night.

There was just one loan bar that shone in the night that'd he'd yet to plant his flag into. Standing in front of it were two rhinos that looked like perfect copies of each other. They were tall, thick, and strong. They had fine tailored suits, and they were both wearing earpieces like some body guard for a high-profile target. They looked out of place in front of the building. It was a simple brick building covered in graffiti, no windows, no fancy bar sign, just a red neon one above the heavy metal door that red "The Claw and Fang".

"That'sh the lasht one," Richard said with a goofy grin across his muzzle. He reached down and pushed his jersey back down since it'd creeped up over his belly in his bemused state.

"Ohhh, no, that's a pred bar, bro." The other buck protested.

"Chicken," the buck shot back, "It'sh not like they eat people," he paused, "That'sh jusht the name they have for themshelves to be more scary. They just eat hamburger like anyone else, they jusht eat more of'it than us."

"Come'on Bro, I don't wanna, let's just head back..." The other deer said as he pulled out his phone. "I'll call'us a lyft."

"Well I'm not chicken," Richard said with a snort, "We got 24 hourshs before we head back, sho I'ma gonna use 'em!"

The other buck's finger was already ordering the ride before Richard pushed off, and started to walk towards the bar. Morey tried to stumble after him, but the sudden movement caused his stomach to revolt, and he had to grab a wall to stay upright. His ride pulled up, and he glanced at Richard one last time, before he stumbled over to it and fell into the seat. The driver shrugged, and started to take him back to the hotel.

Richard attempted to march up to the bar, but the wobbliness of his legs made it less intimidating and powerful than he was in his head. He went to stride up to the heavy blood red metal door, but a thick arm stopped him. He looked down at the black clothed appendage, and he snorted.

"Sir, you do know what kind of bar this is, right?" The rhino on the left asked.

"Yeah, i'sa pred bar, what, am I gonna have to sue ya for not letting me in? My dad's'a lawyer!" He shouted.

The rhino's stoney face didn't move, but his left ear twitched with the slightest hint of annoyance. "Alright," he said calmly, "as long as you're aware." His arm dropped and he gestured towards the door. "Have a nice night, sir."

The deer snorted, "that'sh what I thought!" He puffed up his chest and walked inside.

The lights inside were dimmed, faint glows from stained glass lamps from overhead showdown on the place, but the foggy haze of smoke seemed to strangle the light even further. The bar was an odd mixture of different tastes and decades. The bar looked original, like something out of a western saloon. The tables and chairs looked like they were pulled from the 1970s. They were burnt orange fake leather, with creaks and tape crisscrossed over them from years of being patched. The tables were some unknown wood that had been stained by years of booze, sweat, and blood. And off to the corner was a dancefloor from the early 2000s; it had translucent floorboards that had light flashing underneath. Some were cracked and shoddily repaired, but it's lights all worked and softly twinkled under the few people out on it. It was all in front of a large stage that was currently empty. This stage looked out of place too, it had large red curtains on either side, and looked as though it was pulled from a 1930s concert hall. The whole place had a very lived in, but strange, vibe.

The deer spied the bar and grinned, he began to stride towards it. But his clumsy walk made him sway from side to side, and without realizing it his antlers began to poke, scrape, and jab into the hulking figures that towered over him. His mind hadn't noticed them, they were just like dark shapes in the corner of his eye. He didn't see the angry snarls, hear the pain filled yelps, or catch the gleam of claws being readied.

One yelp finally got through to him, and this was the cry of pain caused by his hoof coming right down on the polar bear's foot in front of him. "Hey!" The deer snorted, "I'm walkin' here." He said before he continued towards the bar.

He didn't notice the sudden silence that began to filter through the bar, it was a silence that would have seemed loud to anyone else. All those bodies, no voices, just the sound of music softly playing in the background, heavy angry breathing, and the tap of hooves falling one in front of the other across the sticky cement floor.

Richard was about to get to the bar, when a thick burly paw reached out and caught him on the shoulder. It's black claws were flexed and they dug into his shirt as they spun him around.

"The fuck!" The deer growled as he looked into the stomach before him. It was clad in a white t-shirt and an open leather vest framed it, one that would have had no hope of ever closing. The buck's eyes drifted upward to the angry chubby face of the polar bear glaring down at him.

"You owe me an apology." He said, firmly.

"For what, fat fuck?" The deer blurted out. "Did your pretty little toes get hurt by my big bad hoof?"

The bear's ear flicked, but he did his best to keep calm. "Yes, but you should say you're sorry because you did it, it doesn't matter how much it hurt or didn't. It's about respect, you can't just go around stomping on people's feet like that."

Richard snorted, and rolled his eyes. "Well, your foot shouldn't have been in the way. If it hadn't of been so big, maybe I wouldn't have stepped on it!" The buck shouted in the eerily quiet bar. "It's because I'm a hoofer, isn't it?"

The bear's muzzle twisted into a snarl, "no, look around" the bear gestured at the bar at large, "there's plenty of hoofers in here." The buck looked and in fact, he could see some bulls, some Caribou, and even a few horses, "no, it's because you're a fucking spoiled rich brat that never learned how to behave." The bear gave the boy a poke in the chest which unintentionally caused him to stumble back a few paces.

"Fuck you," was the only reply he gave. He stamped his foot into the ground, getting into a running position, before he charged forward, his head down and his antlers ready to impale the big polar bear before him.

The large bear sighed, and he casually stepped to the side and before the drunken buck had time to adjust, he reached forward to the spot he'd been moments before and grabbed the buck by one of his antlers. The bear's powerful shoulder and arm flexed, and with a soft grunt and little effort he was able to slam the buck's head into a table. The buck gave a horrified bleat, and he began to struggle but the bear's arm flexed again and dragged his whole body up onto the stained wooden surface. The bear got up onto the table and put his knee onto the deer's back as his paws held his head down.

"Sam, get me a hacksaw, some scissors, and a cage," the bear barked.

"You got it Hank," a stout wolf said before vanishing into the crowd. There was a susurration of voices now. It started as whispers and slowly grew.

Richard struggled and a panicked bleat escaped his lips. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry alright..." he said, his voice a little clearer now as the fear dried up some of the alcohol. "I get it, you're the big man, now let me go..."

"No," the bear said coldly, and a moment later the stout was back holding a box. The bear reached inside and pulled out a hacksaw first. It was an old thing, rusted in places, but the blade was new and taught. He placed it in front of the buck's face so he could see it glimmer in the dim light.

"Wh... what are you going to do?" The buck asked, fear twinging his voice.

"Well, I think you made a pretty sucky buck. Arrogant, douchie, and just kind of a scumbag. To be fair, I don't know you well. But you did try to impale me," the bear mused, before one of his white furred fingers ran along one of the 12 tines on the buck's rack. "So maybe you'll be a better doe than a buck... first step in that is removing the source of your arrogance, the thing that makes everyone who sees you know you're a male..."

Horror spread across the buck's face as realization dawned on him about what was about to happen. "Not... not my antlers. My... my father will freak, coach might kick me off the team, please, don't!" He begged.

"Should'a thought about that before trying to kill me, I think a pair of antlers is the least you could pay." The bear leaned down to the buck's ear, "Better be good, doe boy. Grandpa always use to tell me a lot of good stories about the old country," the bear's breath was hot in the young buck's ear, "my favorite ones were about the way venison tasted. But you can't get the real stuff anymore, but that might change for me depending on how you act for the next few hours." The bear licked the buck's cheek just to mess with him, "'course, how easy this goes is up to you. No matter what, I'm getting a nice set of antlers to hang above my bed, it really drives those pred chasers wild." The bear huffed and ground his knee into the buck's back a bit, "Nod if you understand boy."

The buck nodded.

"Good doe," the bear straightened up, "first though, does don't wear clothes... only bucks get to do that." The bear grabbed the scissors from the box, and he began to crudely cut the clothes from the buck's body. He nicked a few pieces of fur here and there, leaving the occasional dent in his silky-smooth coat, but none worse the wear. Richard shuddered, not because he was cold, but because he could feel every eye on him - watching his every move. His spade tail tried to cover his rump, but that fine piece of muscle stuck out far more than most. He could feel his bare sheath rubbing into the table, and right into a puddle of half dried cold, sticky, wet beer. It made his junk cling to the table, so he'd feel it with every grind and move.

Hank hoisted the deer up on his right side, so that his back was facing the bear's front, and he grabbed two long scraps of what had been the buck's jeans. The polar bear tied them together on one end, then looped them around the back of the buck's left knee, and then yanked it up towards his chest. The buck belated again, not sure what else to do, frozen like a... well, like he would be in someone's headlights. The polar bear tied the ends of the crude roped together around the buck's back, it forced him to keep his leg lifted which had two effects.

One: his sticky sheath now laid against his thigh and exposed to everyone in the bar.

And two: his cheeks were now parted, and everyone could now see the pink pucker that lay between.

The buck heard a soft pop from behind him, like the sound of a bottle being opened. And then he felt something slick press against his rosebud, he thought about telling the bear to stop, but he just closed his eyes. He felt a blunt- finely trimmed- claw circling around that tight ring of flesh, before it slowly pressed forward, that claw acting like a spear and parting that flesh so the digit could slide in with ease.

The buck gasped, and he tried to clench and push that finger out, but it soon sunk all the way to the knuckle. There were some hoots and hollers from the crowd, but he tried to ignore them. He kept his eyes closed tight, trying to picture himself somewhere else. He tried to picture himself inside of some does' embrace, but as that bear's prodding claw began to tease around that swollen walnut of nerves inside of him; the images in his mind changed. He was in the does' place now, and the big bear was over him. His needy buck shaft rubbing against that massive white belly of fur, moaning as that cock moved in and out of him.

"Damn look at that bitch moan!" A voice from the crowd cheered, and the boy blushed for the first time. Being under that big predator activating something inside of him, he felt timid, submissive as that claw worked at his insides, and was soon joined by another thick white digit.

He bit his lower lip as he felt his sheath start to tingle, and his ears pushed back against his skull. He yelped as he felt a 3rd finger slip into him, and he whimpered as they rocked in and out of him, stretching him farther than the straight boy had been before. The buck was thankfully when he finally felt them leave his rump, his hole tried to close up behind them, but he soon heard the cap pop open and close again, before he felt something round and blunt.

"Please..." the boy whispered.

"See?" Hank shouted to the crowd, "The doe wants me to shove it in him, he's already saying please, their manners are improving and they're learning how to behave."

The polar bear glared down at the buck, who shied away from his gaze. He knew the bear knew he'd meant something else, but it did sound like he was asking for the bear to please breed him. He whimpered, and closed his eyes again, but his mind just moved back to thoughts of the bear breeding him like a blushing bride. Then he felt it, the thick bear dick start to slide into his slick tailhole. That warm pole of flesh making him tingle from the tips of his ears to his hooves. He could feel it slowly sinking into him, stretching him open more and more with every inch. His body involuntarily clenched around that shaft, and a deep pleasure filled moan escaped the bear's lips. "That's a good doe," he coed, making the buck feel even more embarrassed.

He caught something move out of the corner of his eye, and he saw a half full mug of beer starting to travel through the crowd, he watched as a new guy would take it, whip out his dick, and crank one out into that creamy hoppy mixture. He saw the glass vanish somewhere into the crowd, and he heard a soft grunt behind him.

"Okay, here's the root, brat." Hank huffed and thrusted the last of his dick into the buck's former virgin backdoor, his heavy balls resting on those creamy white cheeks.

Hank didn't give the boy a chance to adjust, he started to slowly rock in and out of that slick hole. He leaned over the boy's side, one hand still holding the boy's head to the table, while the other held him still. His cock plunged in and out of those untamed depths as his big belly rubbed against the boy's side. His white shirt started to bunch up, and soon that big white furred gut was rubbing against that soft fuzzy brown fur.

The bear grunted, and he grabbed the hacksaw with his free hand. He held the boy's head firmly against the table. He grabbed the boy's left antler first - the one not rubbing against the table, and he brought the blade to the base of that fine rack. The boy's antlers put a lot of other bucks to shame, those finely curved beauties that pointed forward like the turrets on a tank and had tines that grew off of them in perfectly matched rows. The boy whimpered as he felt the vibration of the first cut, he couldn't feel the blade itself, there were no nerves running through his non-velvet covered antlers, but he could still hear it and feel the vibration as the bear began to hack back and forth in time with his thrusts. Each new plunging of his depths taking away a little more of his maleness a bit at a time. It only took a few strokes with that new blade, and tears ran down the boy's cheeks as he felt the first antler pop off into the bear's paw. He tossed it carelessly on the table, and the boy whimpered as he saw it laying before his eyes. That set he'd been so proud to grow in high school, that he wouldn't have shed for years, was now laying in front of him.

"Oh fuck," the bear growled as his thrusts grew more erratic for a moment, the sensation of losing one of his antler's making the boy's hole spasm around his cock. The polar bear had to grab a hold of the table and SQUEEZE to keep himself from cumming right then and there. It was one of the most amazing things he'd ever felt. That warm hole felt like it was trying to launch him into space. His claws scraped the underside of the table, and he centered himself. His black nostrils flared, and he grabbed that other antler firmly. He pressed the blade into the same place as the other so the button stubs would match, and he began to saw with vigor, his thrusts matching his pace. The bear's brow furrowed and sweat dripped from it as he got the test of hand eye coordination of his life.

"Ha! Look how hard that slut is," a voice said, and a laugh followed.

Richard couldn't move his head, but he could feel it, his dick was hard... He wasn't sure for how long, but he could feel warm droplets of pre already cooling on his tip, and he could feel it rubbing against his inner thigh with each of the bear's thrusts. He hated to admit it... but... but it felt good. It felt so nice to have that big predator over him, someone big and strong to take his place above him and think for him. The buck felt a sudden release of tension, and a bleat of pain, grief, and sexual frustration all escaped his lips as the last part of him that showed the outside world just how much of a male he was snapped free. It wasn't like losing a shed, that was an honor; this was something that would last for years until he lost these stubs and he grew another set again. They'd never be as good though, everyone knew that set between 18 and 25 was the best, it was always downhill from there. He was now a doe, a deer that would lift his tail for other males and give them something to rut when the urge called.

The bear above him roared at the top of his lungs, his large paws gripping the edge of the table as he slammed into that warm spasming hole, that twinge of the loss of his maleness making his ass milk his cock like nothing he'd ever felt. The first time was good... but this... this was a feeling he'd quest for the rest of his life. He didn't even know an ass could feel like that around his dick. He leaned down, and his strong jaws wrapped around the deer's throat. He didn't bite hard enough to break the skin, but just make the boy feel the danger that he was now in. The thrill made the bear finally cum. Hot thick strands of polar bear cum erupted into the new doe-boy's ass. His sharp teeth teasing the skin just beneath Richard's fur, a soft subby moan escaping the doe-boy's throat as he was seeded properly for the first time.

Hank thrust in and out a few more times, seeming to try to bury his seed as deep into the doe-boy as possible, before he finally pulled off. Saliva dripped from his sharp fangs and on top the former jock's face. He breathed heavily above him, his mind clouded with lust, the scene looking like a painting of some primitive polar bear having just caught his prey after a long grueling hunt. The bear shook his head, snapping his mind back to something more civilized, "Holy fuck, brat. I think I'm going to need to chop the antlers off bucks more often... that, that was amazing. You really loved being turned into the fuck-doe, didn't you?"

Richard nodded, but his gaze was blank and distance.

"Glass!" The big white bear roared, before forcing himself to slip from that buck's well used ass.

Richard watched as the glass he'd seen before reappear again, but it was fuller this time. It was more cum than beer now, that thick slurry of swimmers from lord knew how many men nearly filled the glass. The glass was gingerly put on the table, like every ounce inside of it was as precious as gold. The bear untied the deer's leg, and he pulled him to the side of the table. Everyone moved so they could see Richard's front. Wet teeth marks still fussed his fur, and his fur was sticky and matted from the substances on the table. His ass felt sore, and he could feel the bear cum pooling underneath him as it dribbled from him.

Sam, the grey wolf from before, came around to the side. He presented Hank the box, and he pulled out the final thing he'd requested. It was a cock cage, with a black shaft and a clear locking ring. A padlock rested on top of it, and a key stuck out of it. The bear waved it in front of the deer's face. "See this?" The bear asked. "This is your dicklet's new home. Does don't have dicks after all, and if you're going to be a good one, you need to forget that little pecker between your legs." The bear unlocked it, and set the key aside.

"But I'm not a bastard," the bear turned towards the watching bar, "Am I fellas?"

"No!" Came back in a loud shout, before a voice shouted, "Well, only when you're hungry."

The bear chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Well, I had a protein bar before I got here, so usually I'm not a bastard and I'm not one tonight," the bear added. "So, you're going to get to cum one last time as a man before we lock your dick up for good, and your only hope of cumming will be getting that sweet ass pounded." The bear licked his lips, "but, you'll need to cum in this special brew the guys made up just for you, and you'll have to chug it down. If you don't, they'll have to put their loads into the other end instead, and that might be a bit much even for a slut like you..."

The buck nodded, and he squirmed. He looked at that cock cage and then down at his achingly hard cock, he was a doe now. He was a proper slut that was only good for lifting his tail. No antlers to find a mate, and his pecker would be locked away, if he had any hope after this, he'd need to find a real man to protect him. One that could keep the monsters away, since he couldn't. The bear pulled the unresisting doe-boy into his lap, his semi-stiff cock slipping into that well stretched hole. He reached around and grabbed the boy's dick, and pointed it towards the mug in his other hand. He squeezed the doe tightly against him, and his sharp teeth mused the fur on the former buck's shoulder. He started to stroke that needy shaft, his dick starting to thicken again as the buck squirmed in his lap. Richard's hands gripped his arm and held on as that skilled paw stroked his over sensitive shaft, the prostate pounding making it all the worse. He'd been on the edge for so long.

"Yeah!" Someone in the crowd shouted, "Show us your last squirt as a man! Make it a big one, you'll never have that dicklet touched again, you need to make it count!"

The doe-boy blushed harder, his antlerless head turning to the side. The polar bear's jaws opened again, and took that slender neck into his muzzle, that much larger creature able to fit it between his jaws and just gently squeeze. The boy squirmed, his tender hooves tip-tapping on the air, as that big bear dick kept him held aloft. It slowly humped into him, stroking that abused pleasure button inside of him. He leaned his head up, feeling those jaws tighten, and with a ragged breath he let out a loud bleat and cum shot from the end of his dick. The bear managing to catch each and every powerful shot into the glass. The deer leaned back into that big predator, knowing he was just prey, and that this was his place. That thick gut growling against the buck's back as the taste of deer ran across his tongue.

The bear let go of his neck, licked the taste of doe off his lips, and he raised the beer and cum mixture to the doe-boy's lips. He tilted it back, and the boy opened his muzzle. The salty flavor of dozens of predators ran across his tongue, a twinge of fear and ecstasy washing over him as he sucked up that thick batter, his tongue tingling as it drained into him. An hour ago, he would have been disgusted by this, but it felt right now. He closed his eyes imagining each one of them using his muzzle, their tastes blending together just like this, them pouring stale beer over their dicks before shoving them into his muzzle. He shuddered, and with a few huge gulps he took it down.

The bear nuzzled his neck, "That's a good, doe-boy." The bear set the glass down, and he picked up the cage. He slipped the ring around the boy's full package, and he then took that solid shaft and slid it over the softening pink flesh. The buck whimpered- wondering if that was the last time he'd ever see his cock again. The pieces latched into place. He could feel the weight pulling his bits down, constantly reminding him that it was there. He watched the bear lock the padlock in place. He watched him pick up the key, and the hacksaw. He rested the key on the edge of the table, sawed off a few of the teeth, and then scored the key just below where it'd sit in the lock. He shuddered as he felt his cock start to stiffen against that plastic as the bear slowly bounced him in his lap, his cock teasing his overstimulated prostate. Then he slipped it inside the lock, and using his powerful paws snapped the key in half. The former buck's heart sank, not only would the key never work to unlock him, now there was no hope in even trying to pick it. He was trapped in that cage forever. He whimpered and his head hung low.

When the key snapped a cheer erupted form the watching crowd, and folks came over to pat the polar bear on the back and feel up the passive broken doe-boy. They looked in his muzzle, checked his teeth, teased his trapped cock, and felt up every bit of him while that cock slowly fucked him. Soon another load of bear cum was dumped inside of him, and the bear laid him on his belly, his ass facing out, and his tail lifted so they could all see his handy work.

The wolf bartender, Sam, walked up beside the bear, and licked his lips. Sam leaned up close the bear and whispered.

"So, are you going to keep him?" The wolf asked.

"Nah, I already have two pups at home, I don't need another," the bear said.

The wolf flashed a toothy grin, "So how about we sell him off?"

The bear's ears perked at that, and he grinned back just as toothy of a grin. "Let's see how much you can get for the doe, been a while since we had an auction."

The normal noise of the bar had returned, and for the most part folks acted as if what had just happened, hadn't. Because, if a cop ever asked, it really didn't. The wolf walked over to the bar, and pulled out a pre-tied tie, and he slipped it over his head. It looked odd resting against his tank top and between his open leather vest, but he tightened it up to his neck. He walked over and helped the doe-boy up onto shaky legs, bear cum ran down his inner thighs and down the back of his legs. There was an electric hiss as he turned on the mic on the old stage, and a spotlight landed on him.

"Good evening folks! We have one more special treat for you tonight, Hank has said he's willing to put this beauty up for sale." The wolf said as he yanked the dazed buck forward, and then slapped him on the ass. "Freshly broken, brand new cock cage, that new boy smell, and no worry about any boyfriends coming to look for him! And, I can verify this one myself, he's only been ridden twice!" The crowd laughed at that. He turned the boy around and bent him over so his ass was shown to the crowd. "He might need some detailing, but he's ready to ride... so what should we start the bidding at? Hmm?"

"20 Dollars!" A voice shouted.

"Do I hear 30?" The wolf asked next.

The deer's heart sank even further, his starting bid was less than what he used to pay for meals or bar tabs.

The bidding rose, painfully slowly, each low bid degrading the doe-boy even more. Until finally a voice from the back said, "300 dollars plus Hank's bartab!"

The wolf waited a moment, glanced at Hank who nodded feverishly, and then the he shouted, "Sold to the grizzly in the back!"

"Hey everyone, the next round is on my tab!" Hank shouted, and the crowd cheered again.

Richard was led off the stage, too tired to fight, too broken to beg, too submissive to say no. His life had changed so much that night, but his future was standing in front of him. The grizzly bear wasn't as tall as the polar bear had been, but the doe-boy only came up to his chest. If he'd still had his antlers he'd been up to his chin, but now his head would just fit right between the two chubby pecs before him. The bear handed Sam his credit card, and one swipe later the thick brown bear was grinning down at his new doe-boy. "Come'on, we got just a few papers to sign, and then we can go home."

*A long while later*

Richard moaned as the grizzly bear's chubby fingers traced over his body. The bear's muzzle was pressed against him, the little nubs that use to be his antlers pressing into the pillow behind him as the bear's full weight rested down on him. There was something he loved about being under the bear like this, it used to scare him, but now it drove him wild. His caged cock twitched, and he thrusted it up against the bear's belly.

"Oh Master Ken," the doe-boy moaned. His hands traced along the bear's thick sides, and the bear leaned in and wrapped his large jaw around Richard's neck. He blushed, and thought about how the bear had forced it out of him that he was actually dreaming about having someone do that again a few months into his time with Ken. The bear growled playfully, letting the doe-boy feel the vibration, and combining it with a few licks of his tongue across the boy's Adam's apple. The deer shuddered and squeezed onto the bear's love handles. The bear was just in his underwear, that was about all he wore at home, Richard expected he'd go naked if he didn't need to go answer the door for delivery every now and then.

The doe-boy's legs were forced apart by the bear's bulk, that fat belly forcing them away from each other and burying his trapped dicklet into his soft stomach. Richard gasped for breath, his dick twitching as his lungs forced to fill themselves under all that weight and that bear's grasping muzzle. His thighs squeezed the bear's sides, and his hooves rubbed against the sides of the bear's thick rump and bunched up those pure white cotton briefs. Ken broke his grip on the smaller male's neck, and he leaned in next to one of his ears. His breaths were hard and heavy, like a feral bear who had just chased down his prey and was holding him place.

"Ready for your breeding, boy?" He said hotly.

The bear's breath tickled the doe-boy's ears, and he moaned. He nodded softly, and said.

"I made sure to be ready before you got home, sir." The deer panted.

"Oh? Did my little Tenderloin realize what day it was?" The bear asked.

Richard blushed when he heard the name. It was a play on how he liked to be treated like prey and the fact that his loins were now so tender and sensitive after being locked up for so long... He tried to think for a moment about what day it was. They all seemed to blend together to him now, the were more marked by whether he'd taken bear dick up his ass or into his muzzle. He shook his head no.

"Well, it's your anniversary of becoming a doe-boy," the bear growled, before leaning in to nuzzle between those stubby nubs. "I really wish I could have gotten to you myself, but I walked through the door after Hank had already started... Still pretty jealous he got your last pair of antlers, but I'll get your next." The bear said with a definiteness that made the deer huff under his breath. He hadn't even thought about that... but they'd probably be mounted in the den and he'd get to feel Master Ken over him, breeding him just like Hank had when they finally popped off. He wondered if he'd cum just from the feeling this time. The bear thrusted forward a bit, his girth pressing harder into the deer below him. "But when I saw you, I knew you had to be mine. And I was right, you're one of the best things I've ever bought."

The deer blushed harder at that last comment. At first things had been pretty scary, the legal papers, the changes, and realizing that he was now property. His father had been pissed, but even a lawyer couldn't fight such an iron clad slave contract like the one he'd signed. He still remembered how shaky his hand had been sitting in the backroom of the bar as he'd signed the papers that'd made everything that had happened to him that night legal. He was given a chance to back out, but he couldn't bring himself to take it, and as that bear rested above him, he knew why. He was prey, he might not have acted like it, but he always was and he needed a predator in his life to make him feel whole.

But... it'd really been a year, his life had been such a dream since then, he couldn't believe it'd been so long. The deer moved his muzzle and nuzzled into the grizzly's neck. "T-thank you for buying me, Master Ken."

"You're welcome, my little Tenderloin," the bear said before squeezing the doe-boy below him, causing Richard to moan as even more of that girth was pressed into him. He pulled off, Richard panted for breath, and the bear bumped his nose against the deer's. "Okay, up on all fours. I want your back to feel the underside of this big bear's belly, and give you a proper anniversary breeding."

The bear got up onto his knees, and he reached under his overhanging gut to play with the bulge formed inside those tight white briefs, they'd been loose a few months ago, but the deer's cooking had been too good. The doe-boy nodded, and he got into position. He lifted his tail to the side, and gripped the sheets as he waited with anticipation. The bear reached forward and squeezed those taught deer cheeks, and spread them open a bit. He grinned as he rubbed his thumb over that pre-lubed and stretched hole. That pink rosebud flexing and squeezing as it was played with. He pushed his underwear down around his knees, and pulled out his thick bearcock. It was 8 inches at least, but his fupa ate up 2 of them. The bear hefted his gut up with one hand and steadied his hand with the other. He shifted forward, pressing his cocktip to that pristine pucker, and he ground it against that opening for a moment. It squeezed and relaxed, almost as if it was trying to pull him into it. He grunted softly, and pushed forward, growling lustfully as his cock easily sank into those depths. It was still nice and warm and tight, but that hole knew his cock so well that it had no trouble taking him down to the root in one smooth motion, his fupa squeezing back and letting him get his whole length inside that doe-boy.

Richard shuddered. Every time the bear filled him it felt better than the last. He craved it now, he dreamed about having that bear fill him. He'd wake up humping the bed, wishing the bear beside him was awake enough to slip it inside of him. He felt those heavy ursine balls rest against his, and he shuddered. Then he felt one of the best parts, one that he always looked forward to when the bear fucked him like this. The bear let go of his gut, and it fell across his back. That new weight spreading over him and pushing him deeper into the mattress, that warmth spreading over his back and really making him feel like he was in his proper place below the bear's belly.

The doe-boy huffed as he felt the bear start to pull back, that fat cock started to slide in and out of him, teasing that little pleasure button inside him as his cock pulsed useless and trapped inside of its plastic prison. The deer arched his back, and closed his eyes as the bear began to breed him with all his might, that thick cock pulling back, and then that fat pad around his dick slamming back into him as those potent bear balls smacked into his trapped ones.

His dicklet dripped against the bed, a soft pitter pat of drops hitting the fabric of the sheets as his overfull prostate oozed out his seed, as close as it cumming most days. The bear's paws slid along his sides, rubbing and squeezing his little tenderloin, before his paw came up and gently gripped the doe-boy shuddered, and his cock throbbed. The bear had done this before, and he knew what he was about to happen. It began to slowly squeeze down on his throat, just a gentle pressure at first, but growing with each of his thrusts. The doe-boy moaned, and he humped forward, his tight hole squeezing down on the bear behind him in the process and causing a moan to escape his lips.

The bear growled lustfully, "Gonna let you have a little treat tonight. I'm going to let you cum, doe-boy. So don't hold back, just cum from my dick, just like the doe you are."

Richard's face felt so hot, and he felt a little light headed. He was going to get to cum, he was still embarrassed that the bear had figured out he could get the boy to cum hands free like this. It was a surprise to them both to say the least. But when it happened he was brought back to that moment in the bar again, Hank was riding his ass, his antlers were laying in front of him, and all those men were watching. He shuddered, and huffed. His tongue stuck out, and he moaned. "GLLRK... More..."

The bear growled lustfully, and he squeezed a little harder. The doe-boy gasped for breath, a soft tingle spreading through his body as blood surged to his dick and it throbbed inside of his cage. A pool of pre under him now, his cage so slick that everytime he thrusted forward it would stroke his shaft. Each of the bear's thrusts made stars pound in front of his eyes. Spittle dripped from his tongue and he gasped for breath. His mind went to a forest, pinned down on the forest, a big bear's teeth wrapped around his neck and squeezing. His ass feeling just what it was now, the grass grinding into his knees, the smell of the forest fading around him as he... the deer closed his eyes tight, his balls pulled up, and a struggled bleat escaped his lips.

Deer cum began to dribble of his cage, his little dicklet unable to shoot any distance thanks to the plastic wrapped around his dick. The deer's ass began to milk the bear's cock inside of him, that bear being a champion, his belly bouncing as he pounded that deer through his orgasm, milking every drop of that pent up cum out of him and letting it spill across the sheets where he'd make the deer lick it up. He growled, and threw his head back, his cock arching inside of the deer as his potent orbs began to unload into that spasming deer's ass. His hips slamming against that willing ass, the two men moaning in pleasure, before the peek began to fade.

Ken panted for a second, his grip loosening on the deer's thoat, before he grabbed the doe-boy by the scruff between his horns, and jerked his head to the side so he could lock him in a kiss. His sharp front teeth teasing the deer's lower lip, making him quiver like jelly beneath him.

The bear huffed and broke the cage, he reached under the buck, and he nibbled on the deer's ear. "So, I couldn't help how loose this has felt lately... I think you're little dickelt has started to shrink, not that it matters, it not like you use it anyway."

The deer panted and he blushed hard. Had it? He wondered. His cage felt roomier lately, but he thought he was getting used to it. The bear pulled back, his weight leaving the deer's back, and his gut falling down over his spent dick.

"On your back, I got you one more gift..." The bear said as he got off the bed, pulled up his underwear, and walked over to the dresser. The buck obeyed, watching the bear, his thick ass stretching those tight briefs. The bear came back holding a bolt cutter and a new cage. The doe-boy's eyes widened as he saw it, it was half the size that his old one had been, had... had he really shrunk that much?

The deer's eyes filled with worry as the bear's strong paw took a hold of his caged dick and the bolt cutters drifted towards his dick. He gulped as the jaws wrapped around the lock, and with a soft squeeze it snapped free. The bear twisted it off, and tossed it to the side. Richard watched as the cage came off for the first time, he could feel that he was hard as a rock, but he looked on in shock... he had shrunk, he was smaller all round, but his balls seemed just as big as ever. He whimpered, and the bear ruffled his head fur.

"Don't feel bad, your dicklet isn't important anyway... The only thing that matters is that wonderful ass of yours. Who cares how teeny tiny your dick is?" The words made the former buck blush even harder, and he watched as his dick vanished into an even smaller cage, the plastic feeling tight against his flesh for the first time in months. The bear showed the boy the lock, it's key was broken off inside just like his old one had been, and he watched as it clicked in place for who knew how long... how long would it take for this one to get loose and his dick to shrink even more?

"Mmm there, much better. Now I know you won't slip out of your cage and be a bad doe." The ear said with a pleased rumble, he leaned forward and kissed the deer. He pushed the former buck down against the bed, his girth spreading over the smaller critter, his hard dick already poking at the deer's leg while the doe-boy's own cock throbbed and pulsed inside its plastic prison and into that soft bear gut. The deer moaned, it felt so good to be the prey under his predator and he wouldn't have it any other way.

The End